She’s On The Bus

 

By Marc J. Yacht

 

One Act Play

 

Cast

John Gardner - 55 years of age

 

Melissa  - 19 years of age

 

Marge Gardner – 51 years of age

 

Fred - 40 years of age

 

Martha – 38 years of age

 

Time:  Now

 

Act one

 

Scene 1

 

(Half stage dimly lit, left)

Takes place in a small office inside a McDonald’s restaurant, at midnight.  The Owner, John Gardner is adding up the receipts.  There is a desk, file cabinet and pole lamp.  On the desk are papers, an adding machine, and a telephone.  Gardner is adding up the day’s receipts when the phone rings.  Office is set Down Left, forward of closed curtain.

 

John:  (White Spot on J.G. phone rings – J.G. picks up phone)  Port Richey McDonald’s, Gardner here…..Lisa?  How is my sister?…..The kids?….Jake?…..That’s good to hear…..  We’re fine, usual stuff.  What’s up?….Another one?  I got three working for me now…….I guess I could put her in the Gulf View location….. You know I have to think of staff safety ….(John shakes his head looks up towards ceiling). What about Charley down at Wal-Mart, it’s easier to hide people there….Stock room duty, that kind of thing….My people are serving customers, in plain view….. I know, (John taps pencil on desk impatiently) one tale is worse than another…………That’s terrible….Alright – OK…..I’ll put her to work, help her get a place.  Marge and I can put her up until she gets settled….  Two infants, well that’s an improvement, the last one had three wild maniacs.  Fax Fred a picture, I’ll have him pick her up at the bus stop – when is she coming in?.…  She’s on the bus, from Tulsa -  Tonight?   You can’t be serious! Why couldn’t she stay at a shelter….  OK….OK….  Don’t worry, we’ll take care of her…. 2am….right, I’ll tell Fred….Yeh, I know, I’m the best.  Lisa, I got work to do.  By the way, next time—don’t call me, I’ll call you…Yeh, love you too little sister.  (hangs up, sits for a moment staring ahead) Damn! (makes another call).

 

(Phone rings several times, Spot on Fred enters in pajamas  Down Rt. forward of closed curtain, there is a phone next to fax with lamp on table.  Dim spot on John)

 

Fred:  Hello….

 

John: (full spot on each)  It’s John sorry to bother you so late.

 

Fred: (still waking) Yeh  John, (yawning)  What’s up?

 

John: We got one coming in. Can you get to the bus station? I’m stuck here.

 

Fred:  When she coming?  How will I know her?

 

John:  Lisa is sending a fax to you now.  You can’t miss her, she’s beat up and carrying her twin babies.

 

Fred:  Remember the last one with the wild Indians.

 

John:  Don’t remind me.  I had to replace a bed and a set of dishes.  I still can’t get the dog to come into the house.

 

Fred: What time?

 

John:  2:00 am

 

Fred:  That late, figures.  The fax is comin’ in. (Fred  retrieves, looks at  Fax, shocked expression )Her face, John---oh my!  I’ll get her to your house….Bye (hangs up. Spot out, John ).

 

Martha: (Martha enters in night gown and walks to Fred) Sounds like another one.  I’ll go with you.

 

Fred:  Take a look at this.  (Fred passes Fax to Martha)

 

Martha:  The horrible creep that did this. (shakes her head)  She’s so young.

 

Fred:  Let’s get dressed; we have some time before we leave for the station. 

 

Martha:  First, I’ll make some coffee.  It’s going to be a long night. (Both exit, stage dark, down stage props removed)

 

Scene 2

 

Open Curtain – lights up – Fred, Martha John, Marge, and Melissa sit at kitchen table.  There are coffee and cookies on the table. Twin infants are asleep in carrier next to Melissa.  Tote bag and suitcase are in plain view.

 

Melissa: (attractive teen with arm in sling and swollen eye and lip, other visible bruises.) I’m so embarrassed.  I don’t even know you.

 

Marge:  (Very soft spoken, friendly) John and I have worked with domestic violence shelters for a long time.  Consider yourself family. (Others nod in agreement.  Marge pours coffee, John cheerfully offers cookies to Melissa which she takes.)

 

Melissa:  (Puts cookie down and breaks into tears) I don’t know what to do.  I’ve never worked a day in my life. Lisa said, I had to leave him, that George might kill me.

 

John: (With compassion) It’s OK Melissa, everything will be fine.  Have your snack.  I can tell you this, Lisa knows what she’s talking about.

 

(Melissa stares straight ahead, brushes a tear and slowly picks up a cookie).

 

Melissa:  She told me weeks ago to get out. I should have listened.  Look at me. I can’t believe he hurt me like this.  We were High School sweethearts.  He was so wonderful.  What did I do?

 

Martha:  Nothing, Melissa, you cannot blame yourself for a crazy husband.  Don’t forget, you have the babies to think about.

 

Fred:  What about your parents?

 

Melissa:  They love George. After all, he was the quarterback of the football team-- the town hero.  I was lucky to get him.  The first time I showed mom and dad my bruises, they told me to be a better wife.

 

John:   He beat you up often?   

 

Melissa:  For about a year now.  The first time he was so sorry.  I remember I went shopping with a couple of my friends and it got sort of late.  He was there when I got home and wanted to know where I’d been.  I told him, but he said it was a lie and smacked me hard.  He never did that before.

 

Marge:  What happened then? 

 

Melissa:  He seemed sort of shocked when I fell and hit my head.  I could tell he had been drinkin.’  It’s those friends of his.  Every night he drinks with them before he comes home.  Anyway, he was sorry, and the next day he brought me flowers.  I said I was sorry for makin’ him worry.  Things were quiet until I told him I was pregnant.

 

Fred:  He didn’t want you to have children?

 

Melissa:  (With pride) Oh no, George loves children. We’ve been trying to have a baby for over a year.  I shouldn’t have told him when I knew he’d been drinking.  I should have waited till the morning.  (With sadness, remorse) It was my fault.  I don’t know what set him off, but the next thing I know I am in the ER and he’s whisperin’ in my ear that I should tell the Doc’ I fell.  I didn’t want any trouble, and George is so well known and all.  I am lucky to have him.

 

John: How did you get to Lisa?

 

Melissa:  Things weren’t too bad until the twins were born.  One night they were cryin’ and keepin’ him up.  He hit me pretty good and I went to the ER with a broken jaw. The nurse took me aside and gave me Lisa’s number.  It took me a couple of months and another one of his beatings to call her.  I guess when he started screamin’ at the babies and shakin’ them for cryin’, I knew I had to do something. (Breaks down crying, silence)

 

Fred: (breaks tension) Did I tell you what happened to Martha and the cat?

 

Martha:  (Waving finger at Fred) Don’t you dare!!

 

Marge:  (smiling) The cat again? I want to hear this.  How bout you John?

 

John: (Already laughing) Oh, I want to hear this, absolutely.

 

Melissa:  (raises her head and looks at Fred with a smile, wipes tears)  I love cats, I want to hear.

 

Fred: (Smug) You know how Martha hates having the cat in the house.

 

Martha:  (arms folded, scolding)  Not fair Fred, not fair.

  

Fred:  Some how the crazy cat got upstairs and old Martha here gives the feline that evil eye of hers.  Well that cat takes off down the stairs like a bat out of hell.

 

Martha:  I’ll get you for this Fred. (All are jovial giving Fred full attention)

 

Fred: Martha’s got that big old mirror that she hates, leaning against the wall at the bottom of the steps, waiting for Good Will to pick it up. 

 

Martha: This is cruel, very cruel (leans back in chair).

 

Fred: The mirror sits in a way that reflects the open kitchen door from the stairs.  That poor cat thinks the reflection is a door and sails down the stairs and crashes right into it.  It was knocked cold as a mackerel.

 

Martha: I was sure that cat was dead and called Fred.  I felt terrible.

 

Fred:  Martha was very upset, so I came home and found her holding this limp cat.  She was crying like a baby.  While I am standing there observing all this, the cat starts to move around a bit, jumps out of her arms, and dashes out the front door.  We haven’t seen that cat since.     

 

Martha: I thought I killed that old cat, I was devastated.

 

(All laugh, including Melissa)

 

John: Why don’t we all get some sleep.  (Looks at Melissa) Marge will get you and the babies squared away and we’ll talk in the morning.  (Looks at Fred) Fred, you got to open the restaurant on 3rd Street tomorrow, you and Martha better get home and get some rest.

 

Fred:  Good idea, come on Martha.  (Martha and Fred exit Stage left)

 

John:  Those Babies are so cute and behaved.  Are they identical twins?

 

Melissa:  (Proud) Sure are, they look just like George.  He’s really a good person.  It’s just when he starts drinkin’with those loser friends of his.  Also, he’s in the office early in the mornin’, and workin’ for your father is no picnic.

 

Marge:  (moving the dishes to the sink, Melissa helps) Was he your first boyfriend?

 

Melissa:  (beaming) The only one I ever had. His family owns the Ford dealership. He’s the Vice President and Manager of Sales.  (Sad demeanor)) I just don’t understand.  Lisa says it’s not me.  He just gets so violent.

John:  Lisa’s right. Now, let’s get you and the babies to bed.  (Fred picks up the twin carriers, Marge takes Melissa’s hand and they exit, Stage Rt, Curtain down)

 

Scene 3

(Curtain Up, stage lights up)

 

(Breakfast, Marge and Melissa sit at the table, Infant carrier with twins next to Melissa, John is already at work)

 

Melissa:  (Cheerful) You have such a pretty house.  Ours’ is nice too.  George and his father built it on the family’s property.  It’s a Virginia brick colonial.  Sometimes, when I’m by myself I walk from room to room.  I feel like a Princess.

 

Marge:  I’ll bet it’s beautiful.  This one is big, but it’s kind of old.  Not too modern, I’m afraid.  But then again, I’m not much for modern. (Marge sips her coffee)

 

Melissa:  (fearful, sad) What am I to do?  George has been my whole life.  What will become of me?  What will happen to my children?

 

Marge:  (Goes over and plays with babies) Oh, they’re so cute.  It’s been a long time since we had babies in this house.

 

Melissa:  (Perks up) You have children?

 

Marge:  (With pride) Not any more, they’re all grown up.  One, Bill, is a lawyer in Chicago.  The other, Sally, got married last year and lives in Houston.

 

Melissa:  You must miss them.

 

Marge: (pensive) I sure do.(Perks up)  Anyway, you’ll be fine.  John is a great boss.  By the time he’s done with you, you’ll be able to run Ford Motor Company!

 

Melissa: (smiles)  Wouldn’t that be something.’  George callin’ me up wantin’ to know where his deliveries are.  (Melissa turns sullen).  Who am I foolin’, I’m just a nobody. George was a catch, from one of the richest families in town.  I must have been crazy to leave.

 

Marge:  You’d have been nuts to stay.  Have you seen yourself in the mirror?  You look like you went 10 rounds with a heavyweight.  Anyway, I got instructions.  We got things to do today, so let’s finish up.  Besides, feeling sorry, is not on the agenda.  How did you meet this George anyway?

 

Melissa:  Well, George might have been good at football, but I was the smartest in the class.  George was, what you might say, having some academic difficulties.  So the coach offered me some money to tutor George.  It had to be all hush, hush. My friends likely went crazy when the word got out.  I’ll tell you, all their grades came up in the next quarter, hopin’ they could help him too.

 

Marge:  How’d he do? 

 

Melissa:  We studied all right, and his grades came up all right, but I got to tell you, we did a lot more than study the books.  As George used to say, ‘All fun and no play,’ well you know what I mean. Anyway, the coach was happy, George was happy, and I was ecstatic.

 

Marge:  Didn’t George want to go to college?

 

Melissa:  More than anything else in the world, but it wasn’t meant to be.  He took a bad hit in the last game of his senior year, and tore up his knee.  He was all set to go to Auburn.  That was the end of football for George.  He took it well, though.   He didn’t have the heart for college and just went off to work for his daddy.  We married after I graduated.

 

Marge:  What about you, why didn’t you go to college?

 

Melissa:  That was my plan before I met George.  I belonged to the writers club, and the Drama society.  I also played flute in the school orchestra.  I was thinkin’ about being a journalist.  As my Daddy said, a women’s place is with her husband. Mom and Dad didn’t see any need for me to go to college when I was about to marry a boy like George.  So much for college!

 

Marge:  Well, we got to meet Sally at the shelter, she will arrange your new identity along with some other things.  I don’t have to tell you, considering who George is; he will leave no stone unturned to find you.  You can’t use credit cards or write checks.  But Sally will explain all that to you.

 

Melissa:  Isn’t all this illegal?

 

Marge:  We don’t see it quite that way, and usually things get quietly worked out on the other end.  Lisa handles that stuff.  Anyway, let’s go. (exit S.L., curtain down, lights out)

 

 

 

  

 

Scene 4

 

4 Months later.

(John in office again, midnight, D.L. Curtain down,  phone rings, Spot on John)

 

John:  (John picks up phone)  Gardner here.      Lisa, and how is my little sister?….  How’s  Melissa? You mean how’s  Janice?   Actually, Janice fits her better….. She’s a wiz.  We let her heal up before we put her to work.  I didn’t want to scare the staff!….Sorry, you know me and my jokes….. Anyway she went off to Burger College and finished first in her class….How about that.  She’s down at the Gulfview store, and since she’s been working there, profits are up, and employee turnover is down.  She’s a damned activist. I had to give two raises to everybody since she’s been there…. She’s also a natural leader….. She’s a neat kid -  I’ll make a manager out of her, if she’ll stick around……Marge loves her, and is crazy about the babies.  Today they’re getting some things for her apartment….. Yeh, real nice apartment….She’s also signed up to go to the community college.  She’s a bright one.  What about her husband, any problems there?  ……That’s good news, what about support for the babies?….. That’s even better news.  They’ll leave her alone?…. Good, I figured they wouldn’t want it played out in the local press.  We’ll still recommend she keep the alias, agreed…..Good.    Well, it’s nice talking to you….. What do you mean, Melissa, or Janice, is not the only reason you called?…    What!! Oh no you don’t!….No way…Absolutely not!…..What about Charley at Wal-Mart?  He’s hoping to help, he wants to help, he’s pleading to help.   I ‘m small potatoes, I just have a few fast food joints……..She’s on the bus, from Atlanta, 4am….5, 7, and 9…three boys. You got to be kidding! Fax Fred the Photo…..Goodbye little sister.  (John, shakes his head, disconnects and quickly dials another number.)

 

John:  Fred?  Yeh, it’s John.  She’s on the bus.

 

End